In My Godfather’s Bed
“If you are here to waste my time, then I would suggest that you get off my phone.”
The gruff voice chuckled, and the crackling over the line made it even more sinister.
“So much arrogance to hide that fear that I can smell on you even from here.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed, “the only thing you can smell, bloodhound, is Hermés new collection. I’m surprised that it hasn’t short-circuited your brain yet. Now, what the fuck do you want?”
“We are here with information about the ransom. We need the ten million by tomorrow. If you don’t come, the money isn’t complete, or the cops are even thirty yards from the drop-off location, your nephew dies.”
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